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WINTER
TRANSIT
Snow-dots
printed on the cold;
a puffed-up robin on a fence;
the
near garden wild with old
vegetable irrelevance;
A
move inside the barren twigs
as bird bolts in then leaves be
a
springing of little spars and rigs
on a sea bottom drained of sea;
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(For full text see
the Kindle ebook The
Nature of Things (Collected Poems) by Alan Marshfield)
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